Blackfeather Woods Break-out Failed

Kendra sat down, holding her head proudly. Her tail with the red tip almost moving contently like a cat would. "Well if they had venom you would watch out for the thorns even more, now they just prick," she shrugged. Kendra had done worse to herself really. She remembered when meeting her bat friend that she had been trying to reproduce that red dye. Her trying to make that red dye was something that she had done some less childlike innocent things. 

"And if the flowers had venom other wolves could have used it again someone," she pointed out. Not saying that she would, but it was most definitely something she would try out. Or well, maybe not. Because she never really left the pack grounds, frankly she hadn't even been close to the borders like her brother had. She was more interested in the tunnels.